Woensdag 31 januari 1996
A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet
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A Little Street Where Old Friends Meet
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Woensdag 31 januari 1996
Hot Rod Race No.4
Hot Rod Race No.4 (aka The Guy In The Mercury)
Composer(s): George Wilson
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley
You've heard'a the guy an' his brother Joe
who took off in their Ford from San Pedro
an' how they raced through deserts wide
with a Mercury that stayed right by their side
Now I'm the guy who was in that Merc
an' I'm callin' myself all kind of a jerk
for ever tryin' that kind've a race
I might have known I'd lose my face
But the road was straight 'n' the road was wide
'n' me 'n' that Ford stayed side by side
I stuck to him through thick an' thin
but I knew all the time I's riskin' my skin
When the hopped-up Model-A blew a'past
I wondered then how long it would last
but I didn't have too long to wait
to see what would happen, to learn my fate
The cop's heads, who spun in fright
got on their bikes an' took to flight
They came up behind me with a siren blast
I knew right then my fun had passed
The guy in the Ford kept racin' on
he was tryin' to catch that son-of-a-gun
who was drivin' that hot rod Model-A
but I didn't have a thing to say
Now I'm sittin' here alone in the klink
with plenty of time to wonder and think
I pace the floor, I frume an' fret
I don't even have a cigarette
Oh, why did I ever get in that race
to end up here in this awful place?
Should have had more sense, is all I can say
don't ever race with a kid in a hopped-up Model-A
Dinsdag 30 januari 1996
A Little On The Lonely Side
A Little On The Lonely Side
Composer(s): Frank Weldon - Dick Robertson - James Cavanaugh
Performer(s): Harry Kaye
and multiple other artists
I’m a little on the lonely
A little on the lonely side
I keep thinking of you only
And wishing you were by my side
You know my dear when you’re not here
There’s no one to romance with
So if I’m seen with someone else
It’s just someone to dance with
Every letter that you send me
I read a dozen times or more
Any wonder that I love you more and more
Oh how I miss your tender kiss
And long to hold you tight
I’m a little on the lonely side tonight
Dinsdag 30 januari 1996
Hot Rod Race No.3
Hot Rod Race No.3 (aka Arkie Meets The Judge)
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley
Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
were home asleep in San Pedro
when the doorbell ring and I run to the door
there stood a cop, and he sure was sore
"You're under arrest, you're goin' to the klink
for wreckless drivin' and raisin' such a stink
So grab your hat and hurry, too
the judge wants to have a little talk with you"
He put me in the wagon and locked the door
I thought I'd never see my wife no more
The cops finally got me but what the heck
me and the Mercury stayed neck-and-neck
We got to the station and he took me inside
the cop he told me it was the end of the ride
We went down the hall and opened the door
and there was the judge in the middle of the floor
He took my driver license and all my money too
and said "six months I'm a-givin' to you"
But I don't care, but what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck
Now I'm a-sittin' in my cell, all broken-hearted
and the six-months has barely started
But I'm not the only one that's feelin' blue
'cause the guy that drove the Mercury is in here too
The cops is still looking both night and day
for the kid in the hopped-up Model-A
They say they'll catch him but I don't think it's so
'cause that Model-A can fairly go
Now I'll be outta here in some of these days
'n' I'll hunt the kid in the Model-A
And he'll be the one that'll hafta pray
'cause I'm gonna get me a hopped-up Model-A
Maandag 29 januari 1996
A Little Night Dancin'
A Little Night Dancin'
Composer(s): John Cougar Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Cougar Mellencamp
Well west of Zion
They got a hot spot brewing
Handcuffs and kisses
For the people who live there
Guitar player's playing
Cinderella saying
Hey boys get that spoon to my nose
And we'll run through the midnight air
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Sodom and Gomorah
They run the roadhouse
They keep everything jumping
As the drummer keeps the beat
And it's really something when those kids start bitchin'
Yeah it starts me itching
As I jump to my feet to go
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Maandag 29 januari 1996
Hot Rod Race No.2
Hot Rod Race No.2
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley
Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
are back home safe in San Pedro
My tires are wore out 'n' my gas is low
and my doggone Ford'll just barely go
My twin pipes are busted, I'm really in a rut
one carburetors a'leakin and the other one's stuck
my overdrive's slippin, it won't stand the pace
my oil she's a drippin' outta the busted crankcase
The top is tore 'n' it shore does leak
'n' the springs are stickin' up through the seat
The wind blew in and chilled my bride
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side
Now she rattles and smokes like an old diesel truck
I made it home though, I guess it was luck
'cause my bearings were busted, my radiator too
and my fan belt was broke 'bout half in two
My brother's still pale 'n' my wife's still sick
my old Ford's nothin' but a wreck
but I don't worry for what the heck
Me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck
A Ford's a good car, and mighty fast too
but this one is shot 'n' there's nothin' ta do
so I thought it over and here's what I'll do
I'm gonna trade it off, now wouldn't you?
The guy that gets it, he's gonna be sore
an' he won't like me any more
but why should I worry, for what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck
But we had a good race 'n' I'll remember the day
that me and that Mercury went out to play
an' there's one more thing I'd like to say
don't try to beat a kid in a hopped-up Model-A
Zondag 28 januari 1996
A Little More Wine
A Little More Wine
Composer(s): Chris Youlden
Performer(s): Savoy Brown
Oh, I'd be a rich man if I had all the money I owe
But to have that much I oughta' help them sell my soul
One and one make two, two and two make four
That figure don't drive the rent man from the door
Just got time for a little more wine
Just got time for a little more wine
One day I'll see my way to clear up the trouble and strife
I'll get a little joy, a little joy in my life
I think about the good times, the memories don't come [clear]
I feel like I'm goin', I'm goin' just a little down [hill/here?]
I just got time for a little more wine
I just got time for a little more wine
But when I do remember the hopes I used to have
My face lights up and I crack a little smile
When I reach the end of my workin' life
I'll sit and say 'I wonder was it all worthwhile?'
I just got time for a little more wine
I just got time for a little more wine
But when I do remember the hopes I used to have
My face lights up and I crack a little smile
When I reach the end of my workin' life
I'll sit and say 'I wonder was it all worthwhile?'
Just got time for a little more wine
Just got time for a little more wine
Zondag 28 januari 1996
Hot Rod Race
Hot Rod Race
Composer(s): George Wilson
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley;
and various other artists
Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
took off in my Ford from San Pedro
We hadn't much gas 'n' the tires was low
but the doggone Ford could really go
Now along about the middle of the night
we were rippin' along like white folks might
when a Mercury behind he blinked his lights
and he honked his horn and he flew outside
We had twin pipes and a Columbia butt
you people may think that I'm in a rut
but to you folks who don't dig the jive
that's two carburetors and an overdrive
We made grease spots outta many good town
and left the cops heads spinnin' round 'n' round
They wouldn't chase, they'd run and hide
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side
Now we were Ford men and we likely knew
that we would race until somethin' blew
and we thought it over
now, wouldn't you?
I looked down at my lovely bride
her face was blue, I thought she'd died
We left streaks through towns about forty feet wide
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side
My brother was pale, he said he was sick
he said he was just a nervous wreck
But why should I worry, for what the heck
me and that Mercury was still neck-and-neck
Now on through the deserts we did glide
a-flyin' low and a-flyin' wide
me an' that Mercury was a-takin' a ride
and we stayed exactly side by side
Now I looked in my mirror and I saw somethin' comin'
I thought it was a plane by the way it was a-runnin'
It was a-hummin' along at a terrible pace
and I knew right then it was the end of the race
When it flew by us, I turned the other way
the guy in the Mercury had nothin' to say
for it was a kid, in a hopped up Model-A
Zaterdag 27 januari 1996
Little More Love
Little More Love
Composer(s): John Farrar
Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John
Night is draggin' her feet
I wait alone in the heat
I know, know that you'll have your way
Till you have to go home
No's a word I can't say
Cause it gets me nowhere to tell you no
And it gets me nowhere to make you go
Will a little more love make you start depending
Will a little more love bring a happy ending
Will a little more love make it right?
Will a little more love make it right?
Where, where did my innocence go?
How, how was a young girl to know?
I'm trapped, trapped in the spell of your eyes
In the warmth of your arms
In the web of your lies
But it gets me nowhere to tell you no
And it gets me nowhere to make you go
Will a little more love make you start depending
Will a little more love bring a happy ending
Will a little more love make it right?
Will a little more love make it right?
Zaterdag 27 januari 1996
Hot Rod Mama
Hot Rod Mama
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): Tyrannosaurous Rex
Hot rod mama moving
like a motor cycle devil in a race
Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace
I'm selling all my midnight
still broke and living on the ground
My gone little mama cut out without a sound
With my greased-up levis
baseball boots above my head
If it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead
She took my ice-cream mustang
and my purple colored Dodgeville
She even took my panpipes and my elixir of life pill
Vrijdag 26 januari 1996
Skandal Im Sperrbezirk
Skandal Im Sperrbezirk
Composer(s): Günther Sigl
Performer(s): Spider Murphy Gang
In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus
doch Freudenhäuser müssen raus
damit in dieser schönen Stadt
das Laster keine Chance hat
Doch jeder ist gut informiert
weil Rosi täglich inseriert
und wenn dich deine Frau nicht liebt
wie gut das es die Rosi gibt
Und draussen vor der grossen Stadt
stehn die Nutten sich die Füsse platt
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal - Skandal um Rosi
Ja Rosi hat ein Telefon
auch ich hab ihre Nummer schon
unter 32-16-8
herrscht Konjunktur die ganze Nacht
Und draussen im Hotel D'Amour
langweilen sich die Damen nur
weil jeder den die Sehnsucht quält
ganz einfach Rosis Nummer wählt
Und draussen vor der grossen Stadt
stehn die Nutten sich die Füsse platt
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal im Sperrbezirk
Skandal - Skandal um Rosi
Moral - Skandal
Moral - Skandal
Moral - Skandal
Skandal um Rosi
Vrijdag 26 januari 1996
Hot Rod Lincoln
Hot Rod Lincoln
Composer(s): Charlie Ryan; W.S. Stevenson
Performer(s): Charlie Ryan;
and various other artists
My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
where the Fords 'n' Lincolns was settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
that I was drivin' that Model-A
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
that Model-A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all
got overdrive, just won't stall
With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
with 4-11 gears you can really get lost
Got safety tubes but I ain't scared
the brakes are good, tires fair
Pulled outta San Pedro late one night
the moon 'n' the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine hill
passin' cars like they was standin' still
All of a sudden in the wink of an eye
Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys that's the mark for me"
by then the tailight was all you could see
Now the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind
so I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas'n'man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive
Wound it up to a hunderd an' ten
my speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
that's all there is an' there ain't no more
Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
them telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said "slow down, I see spots"
the lines on the road just looked like dots
Took a corner'n'side-swiped a truck
crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
the guy beside me was white as a ghost
Smoke was comin' from outta the back
when started t' gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
don'tcha by then we'd be low on gas
We had flames comin' from outta the side
you could feel the tension, man whatta ride
I said "look out boys, I got a license to fly"
and that Caddy pulled over and let us by
Now all of a sudden she started knockin'
down in the dip she started to rock
And I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin'
the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln
They arrested me 'n' they put me in jail
'n they called my pappy to throw my bail
'n he said "son you're gonna drive me ta drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln
Donderdag 25 januari 1996
A Little Lovin'
A Little Lovin'
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Phil Cody
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Mama raised me to be a man
Told me, son ya have to understand
Learn to get while the gettin's good
And bring it back to the neighborhood
And I swear, I was there, tell me why should I lie
I just wanna say, a little lovin' goes a long long way
Uncle Henry and cousin Grace
Used to weekend at our place
Grace and I would go behind the barn
We almost burned the damn thing down
And I swear, I was there, tell me why should I lie
I just wanna say, a little lovin' goes a long long way
Oooh! I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
A little lovin' each and every day
A little lovin' goes a long long way, long way...
I knew a woman from New Orleans
Her old man used to treat her mean
And she would come to me for sympathy
Southern comfort and ecstasy
And I swear, I was there, tell me why should I lie
I just wanna say, a little lovin' goes a long long way
Do it now!
Oooh! I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
A little lovin' each and every day
A little lovin' goes a long long way now
I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
I need your lovin', just a little lovin'
A little lovin' each and every day
A little lovin' goes a long long way
Donderdag 25 januari 1996
Hot River
Hot River
Composer(s): Carla Bley
Performer(s): Nick Mason
Do you long to cavort?
Here's a new water sport
That you ought to try
It's a Fahrenheit dream
Hot and covered with steam
You won't be bored
Do you want to get wet?
Are you starting to sweat?
Slip over the side
Now we're caught in a swell
Here's where Heaven and Hell
Start to collide
It's slippery and slimy
Reach over here and tie me
I'm so warm I can hardly move
Mother never told me
I'd need someone to hold me
But where I'm from the rivers are all cold
It's a fisherman's dream
Dinner's already steamed
And ready to eat
When you feel your resolve
Is about to dissolve
Then stop for a treat
In a river of steam
Nothing seems too obscene
So let down your hair
While you drift through a trough
Slip your bathing suit off
And really get clean
You can do your laundry
While your thoughts are wandering
And you watch the passing swimmer's poach
You don't need no Sterno
In Dante's Inferno
It's thermohydriatically controlled
You can't stay in too long
'Cause the heat is too strong
You're starting to slide
Grab ahold of the rope
Throw your soap in the boat
Climb over the side
We can come back for more
When we start to get bored
There's nothing as wild
As a Hot River swim
On the volcanic rim
Woensdag 24 januari 1996
A Little Love Can Go A Long, Long Way
A Little Love Can Go A Long, Long Way
Composer(s): Even Stevens - Hillary Kanter
Performer(s): The Oak Ridge Boys
When you're tempted just to let it slip away
Hold on, hold on
When bitter words just get in the way
Hold on, be strong
When you think you can't hang in there anymore
And you know that any second
You'll be stormin' out the door
When you've vented all you're anger
And there's nothin' left to say
Don't you know a little love can go a long long way
Pride will only lead to loneliness
Hold on, hold on
Better learn how to forgive and to forget
Before she's gone
(repeat chorus)
There's bound to be some heartaches
Love is never an easy road
Just give it all you've got
With all you're heart and soul
Don't let misunderstandings
Stand in your way
There's a remedy (There's a remedy)
A little love is all (A little love is all you need)
(repeat chorus)
When you've vented all your anger
And there's nothin' left to say
Don't you know a little love can go
A long, long way
Woensdag 24 januari 1996
Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul
Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul
(aka Whatever Happened To Saturday Night?)
Composer(s): Richard O'Brien
Performer(s): Meat Loaf;
and various other artists
Eddie:
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright
It don't seem the same since cosmic light
Came into my life, I thought I was divine
I used to go for a ride with a chick who'd go
And listen to the music on the radio
A saxophone was blowing on a Rock and Roll show
We climbed in the back seat, really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul
Really love that Rock and Roll
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
Eddie:
My head used to swim from the perfume I smelled
My hands kinda fumbled with her white plastic belt
I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt
She'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine
Get back in front and put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last song
With your arms around your girl, you try to sing along
It felt pretty good.....Whoo!
Really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul
Really love that Rock and Roll
(Hot patootie, bless my soul
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
(Hot patootie, bless my soul)
(I really love that Rock and Roll)
Dinsdag 23 januari 1996
A Little Love And Understanding
A Little Love And Understanding
((French Version: Un Peu D'amour Et D'amitié (by Gilbert Bécaud))
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud - Marcel Stellman
Performer(s): Bing Crosby; LadybiRdS
You're on your own
And what you need's
A little love and understanding, hee-hee-hee
A little warmth to tell your soul
A gentle bird that softly sings, hee-hee-hee-hee
Each night my voice happens to sneak
Through your transistor radio, ho-ho-ho
I'm just a secret you can keep
And no one ever needs to know
You're in that city far away
I'm on the ship way out at sea
You got some problems you can't face
So leave them behind, any place
For out of sight is out of mind
And in time, and in time, and in time, and in time, and in time
You'll find peace of mind
Ho-ho-kay-ay (okay), good, good
You're room is like a desert isle
You often filled with silent tears, hmm-hmm-hmm
So grab your coat, put on a smile
Go out and buy yourself some cheer, hee-hee-hee-hee
Why sit there thinking of the past
Recounting empty days gone by, hah-hah-hah
When you should make each moment last
It isn't hard to do, just try
Drink to the city far away
To all the sailors 'way at sea
All those problems you can't face
So leave them behind, any place
For out of sight is out of mind
And in time, and in time, and in time, and in time, and in time
You'll find peace of mind
O-kay, hm-hm, (okay), good
Dinsdag 23 januari 1996
Hot Love
Hot Love
Composer(s): Marc Bolan
Performer(s): T. Rex
Well she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old - a ha ha
Well she's my woman of gold
And she's not very old - a ha ha
I don't mean to be bold, a-but a-may I hold your hand?
Well she ain't no witch and I love the way she twitch - a ha ha
Well she ain't no witch and I love the way she twitch - a ha ha
I'm a labourer of love in my persian gloves - a ha ha
Well she's faster than most and she lives on the coast - a ha ha
Well she's faster than most and she lives on the coast - a ha ha
I'm her two-penny prince and I give her hot love - a ha ha
Ow - ow - mh
Well she ain't no witch and I love the way she twitch - a ha ha
Well she ain't no witch and I love the way she twitch - a ha ha
I'm her two-penny prince and I give her hot love - a ha ha
La-la-la-la-la-la-la ....
Ooh ooh, oh don't you do ....
Ooh ooh, lay it all down ....
Ooh ooh, jetzt kommt sie doch, mh ....
Ooh ooh, mm-ba-ba-ba ....
Maandag 22 januari 1996
A Little Less Conversation
A Little Less Conversation
Composer(s): Billy Strange - Mac Davis
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
Baby close your eyes and listen to the music
Drifting through a summer breeze
It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it
Come along with me and put your mind at ease
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
Come on baby I'm tired of talking
Grab your coat and let's start walking
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Don't procrastinate, don't articulate
Girl it's getting late, gettin' upset waitin' around
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
Maandag 22 januari 1996
Hot Legs
